“Where should we go, Mr. Fowler?"

Waylen closed his eyes slightly, his handsome face tinged with a blush.

After contemplating for a moment, he responded, "Take me to the apartment."

Half an hour later, the car came to a stop at the entrance of the apartment building.

Waylen stepped out of the vehicle, his gaze fixated on the top floor.

Over the past six months, he had resided in another villa, unable to muster the courage to return here. Being in this place prevented him from finding solace in sleep, as Rena's sorrowful face haunted his dreams.

He took the elevator upstairs and opened the familiar door.

The apartment remained unchanged, but Rena was no longer present.

The room exuded silence, and the piano, a mere relic, had lost its original owner.

Removing his coat, Waylen approached the instrument.

Lifting the lid and gently, he started playing the melody Rena had loved. Memories flooded his mind, taking him back to that snowy night when Rena nestled in his arms, listening to the enchanting melody he produced.

They had been so close, yet he had failed to recognize the depths of his love for her.

Losing her made him realize just how much he needed her.

Seeing Rena with Zack now ignited feelings of jealousy within him.

However, he also sensed that Rena simply viewed Zack as a younger brother. Perhaps she craved familial connection after having so few relatives around her.

In this intoxicated state, his yearning for her grew stronger.

As the final notes of the song resonated, he couldn't resist the urge to call her.

After his numerous attempts, Rena finally answered.

Waylen said in a hoarse voice, “Rena, I miss you so much.”

Before she could respond or reject him, Waylen hung up, fearing her rejection. He was afraid to hear her utter words like, “Waylen, we have nothing to do with each other."

“Waylen, it's over." “Waylen, stop. It's meaningless..."

Overwhelmed by his emotions, Waylen leaned against the piano, his heart aching for Rena.